The teenage girl walking down the street offering herself for a small fee startled me. I was confronted by her sensuality, and the pain and weight behind her reluctant smile that caught me in a whirlpool of internal conflicts, in which my sexual instinct clashed with my moral responsibility, and my conscience was torn apart. For she was just a child who has lost her way, and claimed by the beasts among us. Regrettably due to my limitations I can offer her no genuine helping hands, other than instilling my horror and despair on this panel, one layer overlaid another, painting, rubbing and scratching on the surface till I surrendered to my heart's defeat.